Blind Spots Are Funny Things
Thursday, April 02, 2026
A couple of posts by advice columnist Annie Lane that I would say fall under the umbrella of communicate clearly with your loved ones each reminded me of humorous interactions I have had with my wife and her family, and of why I regularly check a small list of advice columnists each week.
In the first of these, it would appear that an athlete has met his soulmate in the person of a couch potato, and asks, point-blank, Is it possible to build a lasting relationship when your passions and daily habits are so different, or is this a sign that we're not meant for each other?
Lane's answer is spot-on, although not something I ever needed to hear from someone else. My wife and I have always been open and clear with each other, and we each have tastes and pursuits not in common with the other that we're happy to see each other pursue, even as we find the other's choice baffling.
For example, my wife and her dad just love talking about real estate, and this interest extends to her looking at house listings as a kind of hobby. I enjoy looking at the events of the day from a philosophical perspective, and learned early in our relationship that she's apolitical and simply does not enjoy philosophical discussions. No big deal: I started a blog and have friends I can share that interest with.
Her interest in residential real estate became apparent to me later and over time, coming to a head in my bemusement some time around a move we had to make.
We've picked a place already. Why does she keep going on about this? I wondered, with a side of Oh God! I don't want to move again what is this? So I brought it up, learned that it was a kind of recreation for her, and was able to establish that I liked going into that only when necessary: "I find real estate about as interesting as you find philosophy." I told her.
Boundary established. She and her dad can be real estate buddies and I can leave the house talk to the bare minimum.
That communication issue was a non-issue for me. The one Annie Lane addressed in the second letter I found baffled me in the moment, but I solved it by accident.
In this post, someone is having trouble with wanting to establish different boundaries with her in-laws than her husband was used to. Her problem reminded me in part of an issue I had when my in-laws moved closer to us a few years ago:
There are also frequent "drop-ins." His parents live only 15 minutes away, and while I appreciate that they want to spend time together, there have been moments when they've shown up without calling first. I try to be gracious, but sometimes it feels like our home isn't fully our own. [bold added]My case had the further complication that we each had keys to each others' homes to facilitate taking care of things when one family or the other was out of town.
I already was fumbling around for a polite way to ask my in-laws to give me notice before coming over for any reason when, one day, a trip by my father-in-law to return something took care of that for me.
I was at home alone mid-day, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw someone was in my house, that someone being my father-in-law.
"Please don't do that!" I blurted out spontaneously. "I nearly had a heart attack!"
Now, they always call ahead, and I feel silly for not having just asked in the first place.
The issue in the letter is a little bit different, but I like her answer, and it's in an area I'm a little "blind" in. I might have used similar advice were it not for that encounter, either by searching advice column archives or asking.
We can't always know our own blind spots, but it is possible to mitigate them by learning from the problems, big and small, that others face.
-- CAV